As mentioned in the post prior to this, I am over-bored these days! Utilizing the extra time in scrolling some old diaries is one of the best ways to say; “time pass!” Scrolling the diary, I found

a stand-alone piece written by one of my good friends ever, Amy. Some words remain hidden and some feelings don’t seem to come out either; as the perspective in which the piece is written might not bear any meaning now. Hiding from so-called friends of his, he began to fill a pinch… a tang of emotions oozed out…  Let’s find in…

Take away…

Landing up with no one like you

Cannot revel my steps were true…

Your presence seem fading from heart

You are right here aside, still apart…

Last time you gifted a smile

Hardly recall how it felt

Harsh to believe, its healer but hurting…

No longer can I hold on…

And all the love, never shown

Pulls out the fear…

Shattering the hopes I sanded up

Then – The all way I was mean…

You mean all the way

Can’t let it go

Can’t even treasure

Take away all the memories…

Show the life, show the reign without you

At least may hurt less…

Every time I venture to recover

You knock the soul.

That sweet pain, no more sweet now

That silent understanding was a mistake…

You –

Stands as yet a distant dream

Just take away all your memories

Take away… … …

The anxiety may no longer be with him by now. The hidden love no more on the fray, the mesmerizing beauty just might look like the news anchor on the idiot box (often painted) – but friendship remains somewhere. It’s hidden for now, it will raise sometime… will break the jinx someday and somewhere somehow the hidden love will be knocking…